1 TAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay, Though I have done thee such despite,

Nor cast the sinner quite away,

Nor take thine everlasting flight.

2 Though I have steel'd my stubborn heart,
And still shook off my guilty fears;
And vex'd, and urg'd thee to depart,
For many long rebellious years:
3 Though I have most unfaithful been,
Of all whoe'er thy grace receiv'd;
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen;
Ten thousand times thy goodness griev'd:
4 Yet, O! the chief of sinners spare,
In honour of my great High Priest;
Nor in thy righteous anger swear
To' exclude me from thy people's rest.
5 This only woe I deprecate;

This only plague I pray remove
Nor leave me in my lost estate;

Nor curse me with this want of love.
6 Now, Lord, my weary soul release,
Upraise me with thy gracious hand,
And guide into thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promis'd land.

HYMN 162.

OMY offended God,

If now at last I see

S. M.

That I have trampled on thy blood,
And done despite to Thee;

If I begin to wake

Out of my deadly sleep,

Into thy arms of mercy take,

And there for ever keep.

2 No other right have I

Than what the world may claim;
All, all may to their God draw nigh,
Through faith in Jesu's name:
Thou all the debt hast paid ;

This is my only plea;

The cov'nant, God in Thee hath made,
With all mankind, and me.

3 Thou hast obtain'd the grace
That all may turn and live,
And, lo! thy offer I embrace,
Thy mercy I receive.
Whene'er the wicked man
Turns from his sins to Thee,

His late repentance is not vain,
He shall accepted be.

4 Thy death hath bought the For every sinful soul,

power

That all may know the gracious hour,
And be by faith made whole :
Thou hast for sinners died,

That all might come to God,
The cov'nant thou hast ratified,
And seal'd it with thy blood.

5 He that believes in thee,

And doth till death endure,
He shall be sav'd eternally,
The covenant is sure;
The mountains shall give place,

Thy covenant cannot move,

The covenant of thy general grace,
Thy all-redeeming Love.

1

HYMN 163. L. M.

WTEN: find my all in thee?
HEN, gracious Lord, when shall it be,

The fulness of thy promise prove;
The seal of thine eternal Love?

2 A poor, blind child, I wander here,
If haply I may find thee near!

O dark! dark! dark! I still must say,
Amidst the blaze of gospel-day!

3 Thee, only thee, I fain would find,
And cast the world and flesh behind ;
Thou, only thou, to me be given,
Of all thou hast in earth or heaven.

4 Whom man forsakes, thou wilt not leave,
Ready the outcasts to receive;
Though all my simpleness I own,
And all my faults to thee are known.

5 Ah, wherefore did I ever doubt;
Thou wilt in no wise cast me out,
A helpless soul that comes to thee,
With only sin and misery.

6 Lord, I am sick-my sickness cure;
I want-do thou enrich the poor;
Under thy mighty hand I stoop,
O lift the abject sinner up!

7 Lord, I am blind-be thou my sight! Lord, I am weak-be thou my might! A helper of the helpless be,

And let me find my all in thee!

HYMN 164. 8 lines, 7's, 6's, & 1-8. ORD, regard my earnest cry,

Lotsherd of the earth;

A poor guilty worm am I,

A Canaanite by birth,

Save me from this tyranny;

From all the power of Satan save :-
Mercy, mercy upon me,

Thou Son of David, have!

2 To the sheep of Israel's fold
Thou in thy flesh was sent ;
Yet the Gentiles now behold
In thee the Covenant:
See me then, with pity see,

A sinner whom thou cam'st to save!
Mercy, mercy upon me,

Thou Son of David, have!
3 Still I cannot part with thee!
I will not let thee go:
Mercy, mercy upon me,

Thou Son of David, shew!
Vilest of the sinful race,

On thee, importunate I call:
Help me, Jesus, shew thy face;
Thy grace is free for all.

4 Nothing am I in thy sight;
Nothing have I to plead :
Unto dogs it is not right

To cast the children's bread.
Yet the dogs the crumbs may eat,

That from their master's table fall:

Let the fragments be my meat ;
Thy grace is free for all.

5 Give me, Lord, the victory,
My heart's desire fulfil:

Let it now be done to me According to thy Will! Give me living bread to eat, And say, in answer to my call, "Canaanite, thy faith is great! "My grace is free for all." 6 If thy grace for all is free, Thy call now let me hear; Shew this token upon me, And bring salvation near! Now the gracious word repeat, The word of healing to my soul "Canaanite, thy faith is great! “Thy faith hath made thee whole."

HYMN 165.

8 lines 8's.

COME, Holy, celestial Dove,

To visit a sorrowful breast!

My burden of guilt to remove,
And bring me assurance and rest:
Thou only hast power to relieve

A sinner o'erwhelm'd with his load; The sense of acceptance to give,

And sprinkle his heart with thy blood! 2 With me if of old thou hast strove, And strangely withheld from my sin, And tried, by the lure of thy love, My worthless affections to win; The work of thy mercy revive; Thy uttermost mercy exert : And kindly continue to strive, And hold, till I yield thee my heart. 3 Thy call if I ever have known, And sigh'd from myself to get free, And groan'd the unspeakable groan, And long'd to be happy in thee;